My Memory

Now, reader(s), my head, as I have told you, is a special place with the great political mind of Bugs Bunny as the leader and where it is mandatory to have the mannerisms of Elmer Fudd. This wonderful place is made up of many different sections with many abnormal tasks to carry out.

One section, The Imagination centre, is staffed by many long-legged but tiny gerbils. The gerbil's in my head have grown stronger by the day ever since I fell out of a stationary car. They have, in fact, grown so strong that it has led to lapses in my consciousness where I spend time taking no notice of my surroundings. This, Ladies and Gentlemen is where I figure out what I will write about in my Blog.

Another section is the Conscious Thought complex. As you can imagine is.....wel mildly under-staffed. I think I should move on. For my sake. You understand.

The Negative Organisation in my brain is a bad place. The organisation has many different branches which include Worrying, Meanliness and Lazyness. After a while working in the Conscious thought complex many of the staff moved due to lack of air-conditioning and the fact that The Laziness section in The Negative Organisation was giving it's employees a dental plan. Wouldn't you work there?

Then, of course, the Memory Building. Lazy little-
ANYway those workers are not understaffed but have been, for seventeen years, operating a strike. They refuse to allow me to retain too much information. It's all because I sleep to much. But it's not my fault! I do it because they burnt all the filing cabinets. Although maybe they did that because I started eating glue but they have now eliminated much of childhood memories...Bastards.

Maybe I should replace the gerbils with actual brain cells.

But then of course its that radical thinking that began the Brain Civil war of 1998. Many good brain cells died in the 5 years it went on before the other major organs in my body banded together to force a ceasefire.




Wait, What the hell have I been saying?